Emris Alistair Vael

Full Name: Emris Alistair Vael

Title: Crown Prince of Valtheris

Age: 22–24

Height: 5'10" (178 cm)

Appearance: Emris possesses an ethereal sort of beauty that makes him seem almost untouchable. His skin is pale from years spent indoors attending councils rather than enjoying the sun, while soft white hair falls in layered waves around his face, often obscuring tired golden eyes. His features are delicate enough to appear gentle, yet his posture is always impeccably straight the result of decades of royal etiquette drilled into him.

He dresses almost exclusively in black, white, and muted silver. Heavy cloaks trimmed with raven feathers are common, along with gloves that hide calloused hands earned from swordsmanship rather than ceremony. Around his neck hangs a simple golden cross, one of the few personal items he refuses to part with.

There is an undeniable elegance to him, though it is overshadowed by a perpetual air of exhaustion.

At first glance, Emris appears cold.

He speaks little, rarely smiles, and carries himself with the composed dignity expected of a future king.

In reality...

He's simply tired.

Tired of politics.

Tired of expectations.

Tired of watching people die because of decisions made in gilded halls.

He is thoughtful before he is emotional, always considering the consequences of his words before speaking. Because of this, people often mistake him for someone distant or uncaring.

He isn't.

He simply learned very young that a prince cannot afford impulsiveness.

Despite his reserved demeanor, Emris is surprisingly gentle. He notices small discomforts others overlook whether someone is cold, hungry, overwhelmed, or frightened and quietly tries to remedy them without drawing attention to his kindness.

He dislikes unnecessary cruelty.

He especially despises people who use power simply because they possess it.